[Entertainment] Chen Guang

Jin Shuozhen returned to the team calmly, and he put the grid book on the shelf when everyone was not paying attention, and then he joined Park Jimin's team flipping through the photo album.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Song Zechen's neatly arranged books that were somewhat messed up. When he saw the book on the shelf, he picked it up suspiciously. After opening it and finding the contents inside, he quickly glanced at him, and quietly put the book in the middle of two heavy books. Hidden well.

Both of them hid it well.

When they were about to dig their room three feet into the ground, Song Zechen pushed everyone out with brute force. Fortunately, his house was big enough to throw seven people out without room to explode.

So they dug out the old animation DVDs in the living room and cast them on the TV to watch.

The real way to get close to Song Zechen's grandfather is on the table.

This group of people who adhere to the idea of ​​"the one who gives me delicious food is my relatives and my teammate's grandfather, who is really close to me", at first they will be reserved and humble a few times. After tasting the food, everyone's eyes are wide open. When it's green, it's about to fight with bowls and chopsticks at the dinner table.

Song Zechen's grandfather saw them happily eating a few more bowls of rice after seeing their lively appearance. He turned his head and saw the only Song Zechen who was sitting in a chair eating slowly, and shook his head at him: "You are so boring."

"I'll let them go." Song Zechen swallowed the rice in his mouth before replying.

Park Jimin nodded frantically in agreement, if Song Zechen's Vigorous attribute was turned on to grab food, no one would be able to snatch him, and each of them would become a hungry cabbage.

Song Zechen raised his eyebrows to show the old man that he was right.

The old man lowered his head and put down his chopsticks helplessly, watching their play quietly with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa, have you stopped eating?" Tian Zhengguo raised his head in concern.

The old man's demeanor is very upright and dignified, so everyone was afraid of him being serious at first, and since they hadn't seen each other for a long time, after getting along for a few hours, they found that this man actually liked them very much, so they let go of their courage.

"I'm full, you guys eat."

Anyway, they ate very happily. After the meal, they collapsed on the sofa in a mess, huddled together with each other's legs as pillows, and continued to watch the anime disc-"Sailor Moon".

But no one looked at it at all, and it was in a mess.

"Change film, change film! When I see this, I will think of Brother Nanjun!"

Jin Nanjun also recalled his black history, and was the first to go up and take out the disc, muttering: "Zechen, why did you watch these when you were young?"

"There are also "Slam Dunk", "Saint Seiya", and "Ultraman Tiga". You should choose this one yourself." Song Zechen said calmly that it was none of his business.

Park Jimin, leaning on Song Zechen's shoulder, howled into the air: "Brother Nanjun, I want to watch "Slam Dunk"!"

Song Zechen glanced at him, couldn't help pinching his cheek, his wish was finally fulfilled, and he was satisfied.

Park Jimin hummed and kicked him.

Grandpa Song Zechen didn't have any special purpose in calling them here, he just wanted to have a chance to relax for a day, which was equivalent to taking an extra day of vacation from Fang Shihe's hands and going to the old house to play disco.

They had fun, and the old man kept smiling. In the evening, the manager came to pick them up to the dormitory. They said goodbye to the old man obediently and got into the car.

Song Zechen chatted with the old man at the end: "You looked at me and smiled maliciously for a while, did you do something secretly?"

"Where am I, brat, get the hell out of here." The old man drove him out of the house without changing his expression.

"Oh." Song Zechen rubbed his head, "Goodbye, Grandpa."

After returning to the dormitory, they all went to rest. They didn't have any plans for tomorrow, so they allocated their own time independently.

Since Song Zechen woke up, he only walked out of his room at lunch time, and spent the rest of the time in his enchantment. If it wasn't for the trip to the dining table at noon, he probably didn't know he was at home.The house was too big for him to quietly reduce his sense of existence to one percent.

After sending the last email of the day, someone knocked on his door. Song Zechen happened to open the door after changing his clothes, and stood side by side with Jin Nanjun.

"Let's go."

Summer is about to enter, and the temperature in Seoul is gradually rising.But riding a bicycle to the suburbs, the breeze is blowing, but it also feels refreshing and cool.

Jin Nanjun likes to go out for a stroll in the suburbs of Seoul or parks. After hearing Song Zechen bored in the room, he warmly invited him to join him on his outing trip.

Song Zechen has been staying in the small space of his production studio for a long time recently, and he inevitably harbors a sense of turbidity in his heart, so he accepted the invitation along the way.

But the location was decided by him, not Kim Nam Joon.

The bike clanged, pressing down the long ruts from concrete to dirt.

"where are we going?"

"Go to the place where I can see the sun that I found when I was a child."

Song Zechen mopped with one hand, turned his head to let Jin Nanjun quickly follow.

The first to stop and park the car, Song Zechen greeted Jin Nanjun: "Let's walk slowly."

You can see an open and quiet lake, the end of which is connected to the sky, and the road and the lake are separated by railings.

"When I was young, I got out of bed at four o'clock in the morning and ran here and here with my friends to watch the sunrise. I still remember the feeling of the wind blowing like it was slapping me."

Song Zechen kicked away a small stone.

"It's a bit far from the city center. After reading it, I had to go to class. As expected, I was late. Alan and I, you remember Alan, and he and I were punished to stand behind the classroom. Because we have always been good students, we all The class wondered if he turned his head to observe us who were punished, and the teacher angrily asked us to go back to our seats."

Jin Nanjun likes to hear Song Zechen talk about his childhood, and if he talks a little more, it seems that he can learn more about the years he has never participated in.

"When I was young, I traveled between various cram schools. I wrote a few poems and was praised by the teacher. I fought wits and courage with my sister every day." Jin Nanjun was a little dazed when he talked about these things, as if those things did not happen to him.He felt a little novelty, and took out his mobile phone to record this feeling.

Now the time points to 05:30 Seoul time, the sky is getting dark, and the lake is gradually becoming turbulent, with unknown waterfowl flying on the water.

They stopped on a shore where they could overlook the water and the sky. The evening wind was blowing and the T-shirts were filled with the wind like a sail.

"I have a question to ask you." Jin Nanjun patted Song Zechen on the shoulder, "Your room is a treasure, although it is bad behavior to secretly take pictures without your consent, but I think I will give it to me after I sign it. Then it’s not too much for me to take it.”

He took out his mobile phone from his bag and turned to the photo. The pine forest with the red sky reflected in the sunset is an oil painting by Van Gogh. Song Zechen copied it in a reduced scale, and signed it on the back to show that it was for himself. But for some reason Song Zechen didn't give it to him.

He specifically asked Song Zechen when he would return to the old house yesterday, which coincided with the date marked on it.

It is worth mentioning that, in addition to the inscription, Song Zechen also wrote a very small Chinese. Jin Nanjun searched for a while later and found that it was "dream" in Chinese characters.

"Why didn't you give it to me?"

He likes this painting very much.

"Because it's still close." Of course Song Zechen would not be angry, but it's a pity that he was discovered a little early.

"Then why did you give this to me?" Jin Nanjun asked another question.

"Because I thought of you when I saw this painting." Song Zechen nodded in agreement.

"Why?" Jin Nanjun felt that today he would be transformed into a hundred thousand whys.

Song Zechen replied briskly: "Because I think my brother is a tree."

Jin Nanjun is a piece of luxuriant vegetation that grows wildly, with exuberant vitality. In summer and autumn, it has a strong sense of presence and a calm and reliable temperament.

The annual rings are the imprints of his philosophical moments, the branches are his unrestrained youth and frivolity, and the trunk will always grow steadily without deviating from the track, and move forward steadily.

"Like a tree?" Jin Nanjun felt quite novel when he heard this metaphor, and it seemed to make sense after thinking about it.

There are so many people painting trees, why did you choose this painting by Mr. Van Gogh?

Song Zechen sniffed the smell of dusk in the air vigorously, and a small switch in his mind was hit, turning on the memory of the orange smudge.

At the beginning of this year, Jin Nanjun had a nasal septum operation, which solved the problem that he had been suppressing his breath while wearing a respirator for a long time.Although it was a minor operation, the members were all nervous, which made him panic too.

After the operation was completed safely, Song Zechen, who came to visit him, took the hand and acted like a spoiled child: "Zechen, I'm really uncomfortable."

Song Zechen didn't make fun of him for being an older brother, but dragged a stool and sat in front of his bed, playing the music on the computer, soothing piano music, silently.He was playing with his mobile phone on the hospital bed, and Song Zechen was typing homework on the computer. Occasionally, when he got up, his fingers would follow the melody. The two of them were doing their own things in silence, but they strangely soothed Jin Nanjun's tired heart.

"Do you think I will be able to sleep well after this operation?" Jin Nanjun's sleep quality was mediocre, and when he thought of sharing it with Song Zechen, he suddenly fell down again, "Maybe."

He has never been too worried, and often does not show pressure on the surface. Individuals from the team, fans from the stage, family members from the company, etc. are all piled up together. When he falls asleep at night, his thoughts during the day will fade All rolled over again and slept restlessly.Now there are no external factors and internal conditions.

"I'm sure I can sleep well." Song Zechen raised his eyes from above the erected glasses, and his posture was a bit like a presbyopic grandmother.

And relying on his good looks to do anything wrong.

Jin Nanjun was amused: "Everyone says you are Song Jinkou, so please Song Jinkou do something for me."

"Okay."

Song Zechen responded, because Jin Nanjun's tone was too casual, he didn't take it seriously at all, even now he wouldn't think of it, because it was such an insignificant sentence, like the grass passing by the roadside, he wouldn't let it go There is more space to store redundant memories.

"So you want to draw that piece of trees for me as sustenance?" Jin Nanjun understood but was puzzled, "Does that 'dream' have any meaning?"

"No, what I want to paint for you is the sunset reflecting the red sky."

Song Zechen held onto the railing and faced the lake, squinting his eyes and smiling, a little smug, a little playful.

"The sun is setting." He pulled Jin Nanjun's sleeves to signal him to look quickly.

The fire clouds were set off by the half-set sun, making the sky extraordinarily magnificent, and the lake was covered with pieces of gold.

do not you remember.

But I remember it for you.

The pine in the forest is already yours.

My blessing to you is missing the last step.

I will give you [-] sunsets, which is a warm sunset under the vast forest.

Congmu Qixi.

You must have a good dream.

The author has something to say: Cong Mu Qixi

is what the painting describes

It is also my initiative to disassemble the word "dream"